My new golden heart

I have wanted a locket of my own ever since I saw my grandmother’s (which is home to a picture of my grandfather in his military uniform, if I recall correctly). My mom also owns one that my daddy gave her. It seems like every woman who has a loving significant other owns at least one locket. Well, I wanted to be that woman who has a loving significant other. Turns out I became one.

I got Robby a winter jacket for Christmas (which I have been wanting to write on this blog for weeks!). On top of that, I (with my mom’s help) made him a fleece Yankee blanket to keep him warm – sense the theme going on here? A winter jacket sounds like a weird gift, you might be thinking. But, you’d have to know Robby to understand. He is someone who wore two hoodies and a hat hoping they could replace the warmth a winter coat could provide. I was sick of seeing him cold, so I bought him the nice coat you’ll see him wearing from now on (since he loves it so much).

I opened my gift from him and found a delicate, gray pouch. When I opened it carefully, a beautiful gold locket made its way into my eyesight. My jaw dropped. The front of the heart locket says “I Love You” and has a fancy flower design. I could not believe that he remembered that I wanted one badly since I didn’t really remember mentioning my longing for one very often. I opened it and found that it was empty, but then was happy thinking that he could help me choose the pictures to go inside of it. And boy, were there plenty of pictures to choose from. The next package I unwrapped was just as special: a beautiful oak jewelry box where I can keep the locket safe from harm. Just tonight, before the clock struck midnight and brought 2011, we picked and filled the locket with two very special pictures.

“Let’s see if you can keep that for sixty years like your grandma has,” said Papa after I showed the locket to him on Christmas Day.

“I plan to,” I said with a determined smile (at least, I hope it looked like I was determined)!

The pictures I have placed inside of the heart-shape will remain forever. I don’t plan on ever removing them from their new home.

The next day, mom told me that for my dad’s and her first Christmas together, he got her a gold locket (the one I mentioned earlier) and a jewelry box to keep it in. What a wonderful coincidence.

He has shown me how

Normally when Spring rolls around, I open my window, freshen up my room, enjoy the sound of birds singing and sit on the front porch to soak it all in. It’s been years since I have actually gone outside to play and run around and get some exercise. I have gotten back on track with my life.

I started eating breakfast again. Every morning, I dig out the Rice Krispies, pour myself a bowl along with a glass of OJ and then settle down with one of my daily vitamins that I need to up the iron level in my body. I’m a girl, you see, and girls need more iron than boys do. I have established a rather strict routine to keep up with everything. I don’t scramble to get homework done anymore; I get it done right after it’s assigned and then I don’t have to worry. It’s fun not having any worries. Hakuna Matata!

Last Sunday, I was sick, which is odd for me. I’m NEVER sick. The last time I missed school was when I had pink eye – that doesn’t qualify as the queasiness I’m speaking of now. I get plenty of Vitamin C, take cough syrup when I feel a cold coming on and suck it up when I have a tiny stomachache. But, on this day, I woke up, felt awful, vomited a couple times and then took to the couch for the rest of the day, with only my pillow, a blanket, a heating pad and the drone of a television to keep me company. That one day was the first day in well over a month that I was completely miserable. Part of it has to do with the fact that I felt like I was going to die. The other part was the fact that it was the first day in a streak of nineteen that I hadn’t spent the day with Robby. Yeah, you read correctly. We are inseparable. When I told this to some people in my English class the Monday after that dreadful Sunday, one girl (who was astounded, I might add) asked me, “how do you get all of your schoolwork done?” because, well, Robby is over at my house or I’m over at his every school night. I replied with “well, while you guys are all talking during the free time we have in Chemistry, I sit down and get all of my homework done.” This relates back to the routine I now have down pat. I get all of my homework done and then I don’t have to worry about it, and plus, I get to see Robby. Which yeah, I could get my homework done after he leaves, but that’s generally around 10 o’clock and lately I’ve been getting to bed around 10:30, which is very, very early for me. But hey, it’s all a part of wanting to live a healthier lifestyle.

Now, back to the part about Spring. Normally, I watch it happen. This year, I’ve been a part of it. Robby has shown me how. If it’s nice out, you’d better believe we’re outside doing something. We spent March 21st jumping from cliffs into pits of sand. I definitely lived that day. It felt good to live. Since then, we’ve taken countless walks, gazed at the stars, swung on the swings behind his house, jumped on the trampoline, played catch, ridden our bikes and sat out on the porch with smoothies that I surprised him with. I saw him three different times today, much like I did yesterday. He surprised me by stopping by this morning on his bike before heading out to practice. After practice, he rode right back, and I welcomed him with a strawberry banana smoothie I’d made up for him in my hand. Then, back he came for the real plans that we had made for today. My feet get covered with dirt everyday, and it’s such a great feeling.

I feel healthy. I feel free. I feel fun. I’ve felt the sun on countless occasions already, and Spring has hardly even started. I have a good feeling about everything, and I hope this never stops. I’m the old me with a new twist, and there are so many people out there that are happy to see that I’ve returned to my happy, bubbly self. I’m back.

This is me rambling, at least

I can’t sleep. That’s right, I said it. It’s half past one o’clock in the morning, and I am announcing that stupid old Insomnia has visited me once more. I thought I had rid myself from his awful, testing grasp…but it seems as though he has me again. I can only hope this is temporary.

So, here I sit. I have two of my many pillows (apparently you can never have too many) supporting my back and to tell the truth, I am losing feeling in my buttocks… not that you needed to know that.

We watched Hoarders until 11, and instead of continuing to watch another episode about some person named Chris who still had baby toys from when her seventeen-year-old daughter was a baby, I decided to retire and headed upstairs with the ‘rents. I arrived at my doorstep (if you can call the carpet leading into one’s bedroom a doorstep) and thought excitedly hey! I can play Kingdom Hearts until the wee hours of the morning! which was soon halted by the book hanging out on my nightstand. Not to mention the dog that had taken up residence on my bed; that was distracting, too.

I forgot all about KH and picked up the book. A friend had remembered to bring it in for me along with one of the counterparts to it, so I picked up reading where I had left off before I hastily put the book down to get to play practice earlier in the evening. I picked up Crank (which I have already read – and last time I read it in once sitting) but after awhile found it to be rather depressing, so I put it down to succumb to the sleep I had been evading. At this point, it was 11:48 PM.

Now, nearly two hours later, after tossing and turning and turning the temperature on my heated blanket down, I have given up on the hopes of maybe catching some shut-eye tonight. Maybe I can get some writing done tonight seeing as how I have three stories for one newspaper due tomorrow (Wednesday) and three more stories that I promised for a different newspaper that I can get done anytime I’d like, but I’d like that anytime to be soon. Piling up on top of this unnecessary stress I put myself through due to my habit of procrastination, I have 118 lines to memorize in the play we’re working on, 4 different National Honors Society forms to pass out to 4 (or maybe it was 5…I can’t remember this early in the AM) different teachers/adults AND an essay due for NHS on top of that. 5 paragraphs in ABC paragraph format that concern me and are all about me. How boring. I don’t even know where to begin. Maybe I’ll print this off and hand it in – this is me, is it not? Me rambling, at least.

I’ve always found that I am a night owl and always get inspired once the sun goes down. Tonight is no exception. While I was tossing and turning and turning and tossing, I was having several brainstorms, but didn’t feel like reaching over to the stack of Post-Its I always keep handy on my nightstand (specifically for those late-night ideas) to write them down. I remember them crystal clear.

  1. Banned-AIDS “Together we can make it so we can say we’ve banned AIDS. Donate your extra bandages and maybe throw in a dollar or two. The littlest contribution can help fix the boo-boos and fight against AIDS in African countries like Uganda.”
  2. Mention how mom has had three different jobs in the last four years and now has one that she likes. Coincidentally, she got the job while she was in college study Public Relations. She holds the position of a PR Specialist.
  3. Picture caption should read “Emily greatly resembles her mother, Nancy, who handled being a mother, helping to provide for her family and attending college classes to earn her Masters Degree all at once.”

Yep, that’s all. Don’t try to wrap your mind around how those three ideas might connect, because they definitely don’t (well, 2 and 3 do). They are very different ideas for two very different things that I’m working on at the moment. Hopefully I can get everything done that I need to be done by the end of this week with flying colors. It would help if I got some sleep, but tomorrow I’ll be loopy, tired and fun…and maybe I can take a nap when I get home from school. Wait…maybe not. I have too much shit to do.